tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7424698162327097126.post9039712587057741874..comments2024-01-02T10:16:13.926+00:00Comments on The Thoughtful Dresser: Scotsman interviewLinda Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09126115924247248057noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7424698162327097126.post-20028761061407057902008-02-18T06:08:00.000+00:002008-02-18T06:08:00.000+00:00No doubt you've also read Miss Smillla's Feeling f...No doubt you've also read Miss Smillla's Feeling for Snow.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7424698162327097126.post-3983455024202892008-02-17T20:35:00.000+00:002008-02-17T20:35:00.000+00:00We're a highbrow readership? Bloody hell, the pre...We're a highbrow readership? Bloody hell, the pressure.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7424698162327097126.post-75345149663879402082008-02-17T07:35:00.000+00:002008-02-17T07:35:00.000+00:00Very interesting story, Toby.Very interesting story, Toby.Linda Granthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09126115924247248057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7424698162327097126.post-84821677469073837922008-02-17T03:35:00.000+00:002008-02-17T03:35:00.000+00:00"...why doesn't suffering ennoble us?"When I went ..."...why doesn't suffering ennoble us?"<BR/>When I went to graduate school, I had to find housing off campus. It seemed that all of the apartments in the old tatty made-over houses were owned by one man. When I went to sign the lease with my father, we walked in and my father immediately pulled me out in the hallway and said, "You don't have to sign that lease with him." I reminded my father that unless I wanted to sleep under a bush, I really did have to sign a lease with this particular man and asked him why he thought I should not. "Look at his arm. Look under his armpit." When we went back inside, I saw the tattoo on his arm and the holster with the handgun under his armpit. "This is not a nice man," my father whispered in my ear. <BR/>I signed anyway because a) I needed a place to live and b) I was too young to understand how difficult this particular person was, but I learned because I got a job on the copy desk of the local newspaper and edited story after story that year about tenement buildings downtown burning to the ground. And he owned them all. A fireman died as did several tenants. And when the whole thing was over, the next summer, when a jury passed judgement on this man in a courtroom, and he faked a heart attack on the stand, I knew how lucky I had been that his granddaughter had lived upstairs from me. He ended up in Attica Prison and died there.<BR/>Who my landlord had been before he went into the camps, I never knew; I did know what he was when he came out.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7424698162327097126.post-58145280795922277282008-02-16T18:08:00.000+00:002008-02-16T18:08:00.000+00:00Their error.Their error.Linda Granthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09126115924247248057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7424698162327097126.post-31678530008261147402008-02-16T16:13:00.000+00:002008-02-16T16:13:00.000+00:00"The Clothes They Wore is out now from Little, Bro..."The Clothes They Wore is out now from Little, Brown, £17.99"<BR/><BR/>Is this a different book (not "The Clothes on Their Backs") or an error by Scotsman editorial staff?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com